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Breaking Namjoon - Episode 3

Head empty no thoughts just hnnnnnn Yoongie prettieeeeeeee gimme gimmeee

Yall are funny btw, all the chapters that are smut centric have 2x as many views as the other plot centric chapters lmao

Fucking sluts

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It is 3:35, the watch informed Namjoon. Increase speed to maintain timely schedule.

Namjoon huffed, raising a tired hand to brush his sweaty hair out of his face.

He still hadn't managed to figure out how to clean the entire house in just two hours. He was getting a little better; he had learned to do the laundry first so it could get washed while he did other tasks, and had started washing the sex toys in the beginning so they could air dry while he was sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming.

But 'close' wasn't good enough in Yoongi's book and Namjoon was tired of being bent over the dom's knee and spanked to the point he couldn't sit without intense pain shooting up his spine and down his legs.

The vacuum he was using suddenly shut off, and Namjoon was confused as to why until he turned around and saw Yoongi leaning against the wall, holding the unplugged cord.

"Get to your room, pet."

Namjoon blinked. "Sir, it hasn't finished cleaning yet."

"It was doing a shitty job anyways." Yoongi dropped the cord and walked over. "We have company coming, pet. Be a good toy and go to its room."

Namjoon's heart sank when he realized what Yoongi meant.

Another person would be trying their shot at dominating Namjoon.

Namjoon bit his tongue, bowing slightly to Yoongi before heading up the steps. He was wearing the maid costume still and he hoped he would be able to change into a better outfit for the upcoming scene.

He didn't want to do this today; he was tired and didn't feel like dealing with stupid perverted men trying to feel him up.

He entered the room and saw the camera was already set up, patiently waiting to start recording Namjoon's impending scene.

The boy thought about calling Sai, since he knew the dom would come to his rescue, and would chastise Yoongi for doing this, but he didn't have a phone.

Sighing, Namjoon plopped down on the top of his cage, propping his chin on his palm as he rested his elbow on his thigh to wait.

He wasn't kept waiting long; he could hear voices approaching the door.

Yoongi was grinning as he opened the door. "Pet. Come meet your next opponent."

Grudgingly, Namjoon slid off the cage and walked over, wondering what gross dude he was going to have to fight this time.

He stopped abruptly when the newcomer entered the room.

The girl tossed her hair behind her shoulder and smiled at him.

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Yoongi sipped his whiskey as he sat down on the couch, setting his laptop on his thighs as the stream began.

Namjoon stood there, clearly surprised to see he was up against a woman this time.

She slowly walked around him, hands clasped behind her back as she studied the boy.

"Namjoon, right?" She said. "Nice to meet you. I'm Seoyeon."

Namjoon said nothing, watching her as she entered his vision again.